My Heartless Husband

Chapter 15

Emma's POV

The moment I opened my eyes, I was engulfed in nothing but darkness. It wasn't long before I realised I was blindfolded. Panic and anxiety consumed me as I realised my hands were restrained as well. I thrusted violently in bed, desperately attempting to break free.

"Shh....I'm here baby...let me take care of you...", I recognised his voice as soon as I heard it. I stopped struggling and my body immediately relaxed in his hold.

"I want you so bad, Emma....god I want to touch and kiss every inch of your skin." his hot breath tickled my ear and his hands roamed greedily over my thighs. His face was buried in my neck as he laid soft, withering kisses that made my skin combust in heat.

I whimpered in ecstasy as his hand inched closer to my core.

"You're so wet for me baby...tell me you want this. Tell me...", he growled seductively while I mewled feebly.

"Yes...I want this...I want you.", I cried in pleasure as his hand plunged in between my thighs.

I jolted awake and my body was covered in beads of sweat.

What the hell was that?!

My heart was beating rapidly and I could barely contain my breath. It felt so real....I could not fathom or register what I had just dreamt about.

"F*ck...", I whispered under my breath, trying to come to my senses. I shook my head in disbelief and slumped back into bed.

Even though it was not real, it had felt so good. It would be a lie if I said I never thought what it would feel like to be with a man...especially David. Even though I despised him, a part of me fantasized about what it would feel like for him to want me...to desire me, to be affectionate towards me...

In my wildest dream!

David was cold, ruthless and had a heart made of steel. It would be insane to even think that a man like him would be loving, gentle and caring to any woman, let alone me. It would be a miracle if he ever behaved in such a way...probably in an alternate universe.

I sighed to myself, trying to shake off my unwanted thoughts about him. I lazily got up from bed and stretched myself, glancing over at the clock at my bedside table.

To my shock, it was 11am and way past the time I would usually wake up. Fortunately, I remembered that it was the weekend and I had no work to rush to. Yet, it was unusual that I had slept in so late. It was probably due to the exhaustion from the intense fight that I had with David.

I was still overwhelmed by what had transpired yesterday. There was no doubt that Harish would be furious with David, including me. I had voluntarily allowed him to participate in this ridiculous act of making David jealous, even if it was his idea.

I should not have encouraged him and go along with it. I should have thought it through and not act impulsively when he had suggested this idea to me. When I got home, I tried calling Harish but his phone was switched off. I had no choice but to send text messages instead, hoping he would see and reply to me once he was in the mood to do so.

With a small glimmer of hope, I picked my phone to check if there were any messages or calls from Harish. However, to my disappointment, there were none. While Harish was on my mind, so was David. I pondered about his words, how they felt genuine and real. How vulnerable and raw he was...I never saw this side of David and for some odd reason, it made my heart falter.